Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(41)

The Red Dragons’ bikes were parked outside the building and they had a man patrolling every corner of the hallway. I sat up, enlarging another screen and spotted Wu in front of the apartment talking to one of the guards.

That’s a hell of a lot of man power to secure some dingy apartment. My first guess was that he had his mistress tucked inside trying to keep that pussy hidden from his old lady, but even that was extreme.

For some reason the mic wasn’t working and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. I fiddled around with the keys trying to retrieve the sound but it was no use. I wondered if someone cut the sound on purpose, but there was no way these guys were smart enough to find my bugs.

Wu opened the door, and I minimized one frame to locate the other frame that had him walking into the apartment.

Bingo!

I maximized it and holy shit! Naked Asians galore.

Seriously.

There was like ten of them.

Wearing nothing but a mask around their mouths.

Sun Wu and two of his Dragons walked to where the naked women were lined up, inspecting whatever it was they were doing.

I clicked on another screen and zoomed into the table that looked to be full of pure heroin. Someone else may have surveyed this shit and said it was drugs but my equipment was no joke top of the range, and my images were clear as day. That shit was in its purest form and these naked chicks were cutting and packaging it.

Sun Wu moved to the end of the table to inspect his product. Taking hold of the packaged heroin he lifted it for inspection. I leaned back as his eyes stared back at me. It was like he knew I was watching him.

Then the fucker smiled.

Right at me.

I was drunk.

There was no way he knew I was watching him. I was just paranoid and stupid.

Drunk, paranoid and stupid.

But this stupid drunk just uncovered The Red Dragons’ stash house.





Chapter Fourteen





“How long has it been?” I asked my sister-in-law as I sat on the toilet bowl while she stared at the watch on her wrist.

“We can check now,” she said, lifting her eyes to mine. “Do you want to look or do you want me to?”

I guess I should put my big girl panties on.

I held out my hand, ignoring the fact that it trembled and waited for her to place the pregnancy test in my palm.

I can’t believe this is what I’m doing right now. Talk about a detour. How’s that for a fucking detour?

I grabbed the stick hastily, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath.

Please don’t let it be…

I didn’t even want to say the word because it felt wrong to say.

I opened my eyes, felt Adrianna’s hand on my shoulder and opened my palm.

Two pink lines.

“It’s wrong,” I insisted, shoving the test back at Adrianna. “Give me another, two came in the pack, right? Fork it over,” I demanded, as she took the test from my hand and glanced down at it.

I couldn’t look at her, stepping around her I pulled the second test out of the bag and dropped my pants. Preparing to pee on another stick…in front of my sister-in-law, because I was fucking pregnant and two seconds away from crying.

“It’s very unlikely to get a false positive, Lauren,” she whispered. This is because I don’t drink enough water. Tomorrow I was drinking a gallon of water and taking every goddamn test I could find.

Because I was pregnant.

Because I didn’t want to be.

Because I was not ready for a baby.

Because the father was a dope.

Because my life was upside down.

Because I listened to dopey dad and took the detour.

Fucking Riggs.

Fucking baby daddy.

Oh God.

I picked up my pants and sat on the toilet bowl holding the second test in my hand and reached for the first one.

The two pink lines were still there.

“This can’t be happening,” I whispered.

Adrianna sat on the edge of the bathtub, taking my hand in hers and squeezed it.

“It will be okay,” she reassured.

She was out of her fucking mind. It was NOT going to be okay. Nothing was okay about this. It was easy for her to say, she had her life figured out. She had everything she wanted, the man, the family, the life she dreamed about.

I had two fucking pink lines.

“I need to get out of here,” I said, springing to my feet.

“Where are you going?” She asked, concern etched in her features.

“I need to be by myself,” I declared, glancing down at the test before shoving it at her. “Do something with this, please.”

“Lauren, you’re upset you shouldn’t drive,” she cautioned.

“A, I need this,” I stated, pleading with her, my eyes full of unshed tears.

She brought me into her arms and hugged me tight.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it but I swear to you it will be okay,” she whispered, talking from experience. She had an unplanned pregnancy when she and Anthony were younger but the circumstances were different. Anthony and A were in love, they were together, prepared to take on a family because it was something they wanted in the future. It didn’t matter it came earlier than either of them expected, it was welcomed. They lost the baby, a baby that wasn’t planned but one that was loved and mourned.